On this day in 2012 I'd posted my latest musical musings about Morton Subotnick's
A Sky of Cloudless Sulphur and the works it inspired by Conrad Schnitzler.
One of my dearest friends - a large bearded Irish fellow with a flair for sarcasm, jumped in with what is the most magniloquent (and frankly hilarious) mockery of my hipsterdom ever conceived. It was so entertaining that I'd like to share it with you today.
He replied...
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OH YEAH?! Well, today I was listening to the ironic musings of a Tibetan monk on the subjects of war, peace, and rocket ships. These were recorded in 1589, but were accidentally recorded in reverse. Oops! Super rare, only 2 in existence. My copy, and one for her Maj herself, the Queen of England. We compared copies once during a vodka party, and mine was clearly superior since the monk had signed my copy with rat's blood that he had obtained during an expedition to Venezuela to recapture a downed spy drone for the US government.
The album itself is titled "Toaster wishes and Snuffalupagus rants", which frankly, leaps and bounds ahead of his first album, "ASFDGHSDHFDGASFG CXVVCX DG FHS SDSR". I have yet to break the code. Music was ****e though.
The first thirty-seven 6-hour long tracks are extra special if listened to with your head submerged in a vat of week-old champagne. Only real fans know that though, so, don't spread it around, eh?
The 38th track is composed by OH DAMN IT INNERSPACEBOY, WHY CAN'T YOU TALK ABOUT MUSIC WITH WORDS THE REST OF US USE, YOU FRIGGIN METAHIPSTER.
(I love you man...)
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